My tongue is three ounces of pure, restless poison. Like a rattlesnake it strikes at the slightest provocation. Because of it I am Dead Meat, doomed to be shipwrecked, thrown to the alligators, or burnt alive. I am Dead Meat Walking, waiting to be marinated, chopped, or cooked Extra Crispy. My brothers, this should not be! How can I remove the poison? I can’t. How can I make my restless tongue stop spewing the poison? I can’t. James my brother, help me out.....
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